“Yeah, I was in the show. I was in the show for 21 days once: the 21 greatest days of my life. You know, you never handle your luggage in the show; somebody else carries your bags. It was great. You hit white balls for batting practice, the ballparks are like cathedrals, the hotels all have room service, and the women all have long legs and brains.”—Crash Davis, Bull Durham
Catcher Koyie Hill said he doesn’t know how the fans will react Tuesday, but he hopes they will keep the faith in spite of the Cubs’ position in the playoff hunt — eight games behind the Cardinals in the National League Central and seven behind the Rockies for the wild card.
This is something I just don’t understand. I’m disappointed with the Cubs’ play over the past few weeks, and as armchair manager extraordinaire, I’d have put Fox and Fuld in the field long ago. However, even if the Cubs lose every damn game from here on out (Lord, could you be so cruel?) I’ll still cheer for ‘em every day, and whatever lineup marches out will get my 110%. Anyone who does otherwise, to me, isn’t much of a fan.
I just went to a friend’s house-warming party, and on the way back had this on repeat. For a thirty-minute walk. Third Eye Blind has made the wait totally worth it. I had the strongest urge to just belt out the whoa-ah-ohs at the end of the song as I was walking.
If nothing else I am myself That’s all I have to give Everything’s changing now
Oh we could live like kings If we take a risk Or we could live in doubt Everything’s changing now Oh now Come on, come on
And lightning comes and lightning goes And it’s all the same to me Let it in ‘Cause I want you so I can hardly breathe or release Into the thousand pieces I have broke into Over you The chain will soon be gone, And I keep burning on and on and on
Did you get what you wanted?
Anyway, time for bed. Off to work early in the morning.
Definitely one of the standout tracks on Ursa Major. Let’s be honest, though, I’ll probably do this with most tracks.
Maybe I, maybe I am like no other
And some moments are more real than the books I’ve read And the good woman, maybe she meant what she said And I’ll tell you now, some things go straight to my head
And I’ll tell you, baby It’s you and only you and no one else And I’ll mean it, even when I’m talkin’ to myself I said, baby, it’s you and only you and no one else Yes, I mean it, even when I’m talkin’ to myself I’m talkin’ to myself
This is one of the best McSweeney’s pieces I’ve ever read. Below is the first paragraph.
I CHALLENGE YOU TO THE ULTIMATE EVENT IN MANLY COMPETITION
By Steven Markow
Sir, I am challenging you to the ultimate event in manly competition. I am challenging you to a bare-knuckled brawl in the back of an open-topped race car, driven by an unashamedly nude Gisele Bündchen, moving at speeds upwards of 120 mph, on a vast plain in the deserts of Arizona, completing its course on a giant-sized ramp that will, shortly after Miss Bündchen ejects and rolls to safety, hurl the vehicle and the two of us within it over the Grand Canyon itself, and into certain destruction and glory.